In the depths of the night, when Bai Xiaosheng came to call, his words were so shocking that they wouldn't die down.
In the outskirts of Tiandu, one of the imperial capital's vital areas, if it were anyone else, they would likely be scared to the point of their face turning pale.
However, the Taoist only shrugged and laughed, "I as a humble Taoist, already feel overwhelmed managing this small Taoist Temple. You may have mistaken me for someone who could handle such worldly affairs you speak of."
"Hehe." Bai Xiaosheng drained the cup of wine in one gulp, laughing sarcastically: "If it were someone else from the Taoist School who claimed to be ignorant of worldly affairs, I would believe it. But if a Taoist from the Baiyun Temple says that they do not understand these matters, that would be a big joke."
The Taoist in front of him was none other than the famous Master Guan of Baiyun Temple, Daoist Xuanming.